Uh huh, Yeah Yeah
One more time before I go
[Verse 1: Art Morera]
I took my mom's dog for a walk
My girl tell me bout her blog when we talk
Thought I poured sugar in my colada, it was salt
And it tastes awful, obstacles
Life of an adult looking for a job is fickle
I feel a little out of place walking around Brickell
Went to tie my shoe lace and I found a nickel
Been saving up so I can propose to Nicole
Life's difficult, I pray when I need a miracle
Piece of me dies when I see a tear trickle
In my youth, my only fear was seeing wrinkles
In the mirror when I stare at my appearance
Think of my parents
I wanna buy my mom a house, man, 'least pay her rent
Give my pops a dojo for his own private cla**es
Of Japanese jujitsu, survival tactics
[Hook: Art Morera]
That's why my lines leave a mark like a tribal tat
Or when the screen on your iPhone cracks
My lines leave a mark like a tribal tat
Uh huh, that ain't the hook
[Verse 2: Art Morera]
Real rap, green Vans, Nike socks
While I fight these thoughts, please tap into my psyche
In the cut smoking indica, cut from a different cloth
This fabric you need to get dry cleaned
It's like a kick stand where my bike leans
Let me take a quick dab 'fore my flight leaves
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
That's a Fat Joe lyric on a song with The Punisher
Them the type of verses that me and my cousin would learn
Put the instrumental on, think of something similar
Like a simile, got a way with the words
Like I sprayed the burner and I got away with the murder
No snitchin', no verse of mine ghostwritten
Won't shove my foot in a shoe it won't fit in
Gettin' closer to the day that I'm rich
Like Money Making Mitch, I'll never front a fake image
[Hook: Art Morera]
That's why my lines leave a mark like a tribal tat
Or when the screen on your iPhone cracks
I keep my stash in the drawer where my bible at
Yeah I'm back like a spinal tap
Morera...